15: Chen Feng speaks harshly, and Gu Zhixia shows off his magical powers

Lin Mo’s pupils suddenly constricted, and a chilling sensation of being spied upon instantly crawled up his spine.

Without a moment to spare, he lunged towards Gu Zhixia, who was beside him, pushing her to the ground and, in one fluid motion, cradling her soft waist as they rolled in the dust.

“What are you do—”

Gu Zhixia’s question was cut short by a sharp whooshing sound.

Whoosh—!

Almost the instant they hit the ground, a sharp arrow, glinting with cold light, grazed the spot where they had just stood and slammed into the tree trunk behind them, its fletching still humming.

Gu Zhixia froze.

She could clearly feel the astonishing strength in the arm wrapped around her waist, and the aggressive scent of sweat and gunpowder emanating from the man. This made her feel weak all over, her cheeks uncontrollably flushing, the warmth spreading all the way to her earlobes.

Her heart was racing.

Before she could break free from Lin Mo’s embrace, a flurry of footsteps echoed from the other side of the woods.

Soon, seven or eight men, armed with various crude weapons, emerged from behind the trees. Leading them was the fierce-looking Chen Feng.

One of his subordinates whistled, a lewd smile on his face. “Well, good reaction, kid.”

Chen Feng’s gaze, like that of a hungry wolf, shamelessly swept over Gu Zhixia and Gu Nianqiu, who had run out from behind a bush, his eyes practically overflowing with greed and desire.

“Stop your damn chatter!” Chen Feng sneered, pointing his machete at Lin Mo. “There are only three of them. Cripple the man, and capture those two girls alive! Get them!”

At his command, the thugs’ eyes instantly turned red, and like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood, they swarmed forward!

“Sister!” Gu Nianqiu’s small face turned pale with fright, and she quickly hid behind a rock.

Gu Zhixia, hearing their vulgar words, was already seething with rage, her phoenix eyes radiating a chilling intensity. She forcefully broke free from Lin Mo’s embrace, tightened her grip on her wrist, and wielded her Six-Harmony Long Spear, charging forward defiantly!

Lin Mo quickly got up, gripping the silver-black desert eagle in his hand, calmly watching the approaching crowd.

He raised his arm.

Aimed.

Pulled the trigger.

“Bang! Bang!”

Two deafening gunshots in quick succession.

Two blossoming splatters of blood erupted on the chests of the two thugs at the very front. They collapsed straight down without even a chance to scream. This bloody and decisive scene made the remaining men’s steps falter in unison, fear etched on their faces.

At the same time, Gu Zhixia was already engaged in battle with four or five others. Her spear technique was sharp, and her skills far surpassed those of these disorganized ruffians.

“Clang!” The long spear precisely knocked away a machete.

“Thud!” The spear shaft heavily struck a man’s wrist, making him cry out in pain and drop his weapon.

But her heart was still struggling. Facing these people who were, not long ago, fellow humans, she couldn’t bring herself to kill, only constantly knocking away their weapons and parrying fatal attacks.

A flash of indignant rage crossed the face of a henchman whose weapon had been knocked away. He saw Gu Nianqiu hiding behind a rock, a fierce glint in his eyes, and he grabbed a head-sized stone, throwing it with all his might!

“Watch out!”

Lin Mo’s warning had barely left his lips, but it was already too late.

The stone arced through the air, accurately striking Gu Nianqiu’s shoulder with a dull thud.

“Ah!”

Gu Nianqiu let out a cry of pain, her small face instantly turning ashen, and her body went limp, falling to the ground.

“Nianqiu!” Gu Zhixia’s pupils suddenly constricted!

“Go kill all of them!” Lin Mo quickly ran to Gu Nianqiu’s side, shielding her tightly with his back, his voice cold and piercing. “Don’t be soft-hearted anymore! I’ll protect her!”

Her sister’s painful groan, like a heavy hammer, completely shattered the last vestiges of ridiculous moral shackles in Gu Zhixia’s heart.

She hated her own weakness. If she had been more decisive just now, and killed them directly, Nianqiu would not have been injured at all!

She slowly raised her head.

In those beautiful phoenix eyes, all confusion and struggle vanished, replaced by an icy killing intent and towering rage capable of freezing the soul!

“You… all must die!”

Her voice was squeezed out through gritted teeth.

The next second, she moved. Her figure blurred with speed, transforming into a black whirlwind of death, defiantly charging towards the thugs!